Maxhub Direct

He frowned. "Trace source," he murmured. The MaxHub’s far-field mic array picked it up. A thin, silver thread of light appeared, spiderwebbing from the Shanghai contract back to a shell company in the Caymans, then to a numbered account in Zurich, then to a name he recognized: Viktor Orlov.

The board beeped. A soft, pleasant chime. A notification popped up in the corner: "You have discovered a Level 4 anomaly. Do you wish to initiate counter-measures? Y/N" MaxHub

The board flickered. For a split second, the reflection in the black glass wasn't his own. It was a woman. Older. Stern. Wearing a headset. He frowned